A/N: This fic is based on the song ‘Sweet Creature’ By Harry Styles
Words: Around 800
Warnings: Mentions of depression
You stood a reasonable distance from Tom, still unable to look him in the eyes after your recent argument. You two didn’t argue often, in fact barely ever, that’s what made this situation ten times worse.
You loved him, you loved him more than life itself but sometimes it got too much.
Tom was constantly away filming, doing press tours, conventions and interviews, you missed him beyond words.
Your depression was an ancient factor in your relationship, it was something you’d learnt to deal with over the years. But while Tom was away, old habits would come back.
You’d find yourself lying awake, staring at his side of the bed. Playing with your food instead of eating it, letting it go cold and sometimes soggy. Forgetting to do things like taking out the trash, or cleaning the fridge until things began to smell bad. Tom had been so busy with work that he hadn’t noticed when things began to crumble around you again, just as you’d thought everything was okay.
You had become isolated from friends and family, your only company while he was away had been Tessa and he’d been to distracted to notice.
You felt empty, that was the only way of describing it without going into too much detail about the constant sinking feeling in your chest.
You didn’t want to be selfish, If anything you were beyond happy that Tom was doing what he had a passion for. All you wanted was a few more phone calls, a text a day.
Like any girlfriend would, you wanted affection.
“What happened to you and me, Tom?” you shout “What happened to not letting fame change who you are?” You wipe away the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, not wanting Tom to see just how badly the argument was affecting you.
Tom gripped his hair harshly and let out a shaky breath “I’m trying Y/N! God i’m trying so hard to make this work!” He looked just as broken as you after hours of back and forth bickering and screaming. The bags under his eyes from hours and hours of filming only added to the look.
“Do you still want to be with me?” You asked. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of his answer.
What if he didn’t want you anymore? Were you too much?
“I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough” Tom had said, not realising that in fact, you were always the one to call, always the one to text, always the one to make the first move when it came to communication.
You’d finally had enough of the silence, it was sharp enough to be cut with even the dullest of knives.
“I’m going to shower, then hopefully we can talk about this” You spoke, head still down and cloudy eyes.
You were unsure of how long you’d been letting the water run for, 10 minutes? Maybe 20? The warm water was soothing and if you could, you stand under it for hours on end.
It was no surprise when Tom stepped in, letting the warm water run over him. Personally Tom prefered his showers hot, which he knew you didn’t like very much because you hated when your skin would go red and blotchy after.
Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around your waist protectively and you didn’t fight it, argueing took a lot out of the both of you and right now all you wanted was his affection. Something you’d missed majorly while he was away.
There was nothing sexual about that moment, no lust, there was purely love, two hearts in one home, making up for lost time.
"It’s hard when we argue, we’re both stubborn, i know” Tom was right, the both of you were beyond stubborn and it was something you’d worried about early on in your relationship. But it was something that you’d both managed to work through.
You couldn’t say anything and Tom wasn’t expecting you too, instead he kept his arms secured around you and placed a loving kiss onto your forehead, keeping his lips there for a moment.
Leaning back into his arms, you sighed and finally felt the contentment that you’d been missing for months.
“Wherever i go, you bring me home” Tom whispered, it was just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the shower “You’ll bring me home”
Prompt: “I said you couldn’t fall in love with me, but I didn’t say I couldn’t fall in love with you.”
Y/N runs her hand over the clothes hanging neatly in her closet. Nothing seems right for the occasion - a date (dare she call it that?) with her best friend. “Lils, I need your help,” she shouts, and the girl immediately materializes at her side.
“You’re overthinking this. He’ll like you in anything. Even if it’s nothing. Especially if it’s noth-” Y/N scoffs at that and pushes a laughing Lily away, finally grabbing something to wear.